Writings, Observations, Poetry, Stories

Dull Friday April 29, 2005

A cloudy, dreary day today. It seems sacrilege for a Friday to be so dull. It's the last workday of the week (for some people, anyway!), and it should be gay, striped, sunny, full of laughter and joy. But no, it is hanging around with a pout. I cleaned the house today, but I bet I could have done it singing if Friday had worn a smile like it is supposed to. But no! It growled at me, so I growled back.